But the ice moon of Hades-9 still sings. And somewhere, in the dark between the stars, a three-headed gate now has five new guardians, waiting for the next ship to answer the call.
Commander Vale fired her gun into the ice. The bullet stopped mid-air, frozen in a web of crystals. The ice hummed a fourth tone—deep, final, like a stone door closing. nov cerberus
November Cerberus.